Short Ewe Poems
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the sheep
sheared
A military wife may screw
Each man on her husband's work crew
A Service wife
Repels all strife
Because she is One of The Few
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but them ewe
better be black
Yam the ram is mean and a glutton
With his head he is always button
One day Yam Rammed Ewe
Ewe went in a stew
And since then they call Ewe mutton!
Ewe gives birth to lambs
Raw beauty as life unfolds –
Beast to man food chain
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Poetry Soup Featured Poem: July 4 2021
A Digger who came from Down Under
Was disturbed by Donald Trump's thunder
It seems that a tweet
Incited a bleat
But who can blame Ewe for the blunder?
Egg hatches, mother Ewe sings...
" Happy birthday to ewe!
Happy birthday to ewe!
Happy birthday, dear Ewe!
Happy birthday to ewe!"
Date written: 11/15/2022
Mother where are ewe?
I am missing you
Where did you go
I miss ewe so
I don’t know where I am
I am your baby lamb
I asked a big ram
His name was Sam
He said you went to Lamb stew
Mother, I don’t know what to do.
Can I go to lamb stew too ?
Mother where are ewe?
and when
bird, black skin
waves hi and grins
and then does it again?
penguin
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eye blinks
my instinct
detects distinct
baby sphincter high jinks
end stinks
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fruit tree
sin's entry
serpent sentry
promised wisdom plenty ~
empty
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sheepish
not finish
and diminish
wooly be bahd punished
by ewe?
Repaper the walls of the loo
Bob got messy, covered in glue
Such sagas to be had
So Bob rang up his dad
But Dad’s busy lambing a ewe
His dad said, “I’ll visit you later”
As Madam ewe, I must sedate her
In my racecar I’ll call
Help repaper your wall
By noon the ewe will be a mater
Happy To Ewe Day To Ewe
Heated Love
Thanksgiving the day before eye am penning this to send my love to the love that
eye am thankful for the only one eye love of eye were rich and famous and
endowed with all the world if riches pearls and more were mine the only thing
worth keeping is the love she has for me kept nestled inn her heart and resting
there for me. Happy day before the Turkey Day Comes my gragon fly qyeen.
DID ewe love
DID ewe love
Did ewe love mee more
than the day before?
Love grows inside of sorrow
at the past come back to haunt us.
But even so
eye am manly also
not confused of this my gender
ewe aer love fashioned out of time
to make me love
creative people suffer more
Don't you think?
they are more sensitive
sadness and hidden sorrow
mixes with the love.
TO make us love the more
to make us love the love.
Early spring field and scattered daffodils,
Framed in by the ethereal green hills.
Sun sweet warmth falls behind and tries to gain
As gray clouds drift, a calming sprinkling rain.
Under the dappled shade of the tall free
Laden with rich white blooms Bradford pear tree
A wooly ewe milking her small lambs, lie
Contently tucked resting until clear sky.
Baa-baa, scamper, and leap among the field
Awaiting time as mama made them yield.
3/17/2024
Baa baa black sheep or should I call you ewe
Yes ma'am, yes ma'am but it's really up to you
eww, eww there's something on my shoe
eww, eww I think I stepped in poo
Baa baa black sheep I think it came from you
Yes ma'am, yes ma'am it's stuck on you like glue
Eew, ewe now what should I do
Should I try to get it off by walking in the dew
Baa baa black sheep do you, ewe have another shoe
Yes ma'am, yes ma'am but I gave it to the cow...moo!
She nestles in pastures long and green.
She chews the cud, looks so serene.
Her lips meet as she rests from her lunch.
She smiles contently and continues to munch.
She tilts back her head and inhales fresh air,
Twitching her ears with a dreamy eyed stare.
No matter the weather, sunshine or cloud,
No matter life's volume, quiet or loud,
Her tranquility glows. Somehow watching her
Brings a calmness to me while she's lying there.
Written 7th March 2022
Eye Heart Ewe
I am in love with love.
The idea of love.
The romance,
The faithfulness,
The complicatedness of it all.
How the other half live,
The joy, the laughter;
The pain and the misery.
Faithful to me, is no longer a myth,
All that I want, I have thanks to this.
This love thing, this drug thing,
This life, lust and us thing.
People speak when it is unnecessary…
But these words I am unable to not say.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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When you're a sheep and feel unwell, it's also often true
When dipped into your medicine, you come up feeling blue
Blue from your woolly noggin-lid, down to your woolly socks
And inside from your woolly brain, down to your woolly hocks
So when you are a poorly sheep, and feel in poorly form
You're gonna feel off-colour, 'cos off-colour is the norm
And both insides and outsides are tinged with shades of blue
There's only one thing left to say, and that will be, "Poor Ewe!"
On looking through the window
A humorous sight I'd seen,
A quartet of lively ewes
Were playing Tag on the green.
Leaping over twisted logs,
Around the rocks they skipped,
Sweeping round the bendy field.
Down and up they dipped.
Butting heads and locking horns,
Bumping each other in the side -
( I think if I was one of them
I'd be terrified! )
At times it looked violent.
But it's their way of having fun.
What a joy to watch these adult sheep
Baa and play and run!
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likewise
i can sneak you
in az well
hear that
saturday love
me ewe
and
and you